Okay, just got up from this one!

I had travelled to a country that I thought might have been in the UK, but there were lots of Chinese or Japanese people around.  I was with someone (and an old asian tour guide/business man kind of dude), and we'd stopped at some kind of weird fast-food outdoor cafe to eat and ask for directions.  There were a few strange places near us - one looked like an Indian food/drink place (it had Chaat in the name, I think?), another place looked like some kind of strip mall, and in the strip mall was a really sleezy hotel-looking thing.

While we were sitting, we heard people in a restraunt near us (with big glass windows, in the middle of a pond) shouting "*something something something* SAKE!" over and over.  In an effort to figure out what was going on, I picked up a menu from the table, which had a blue side (in a foreign language) and a red side (in English).  I realized later that this menu was a trap, since picking up & reading the red side indicated to bad guys that you were a tourist!  It was at this time that I noticed a skinny asian dude sitting at a table near us, and paying close attention to what we were doing.

Anyway, the menu explained that the "sake!" place served sake, and had three different types of girls available:  ones which would read poetry to you, ones which would sing & dance for you, and ones which would do anything for you.  I turned to my companion and said "Rather than going where we were intending to go, we should head to that place!!"

Just then, the skinny asian dude stands up and starts talking to the old business man tour guide.  I can kind of understand that he's pitching the idea that we should actually come to HIS establishment, which turns out to be the sleezy hotel.  He says he can beat the prices they're offering at the other location.  To prove it, he asked the old asian guy what kind of girls we like, and the old businessman tells him "smart, but not too pretty.  the pretty ones think too highly of themselves."

He brings over this girl about 5 seconds later that looks like a DUDE in a wig.  She recites a poem for us (which no one understands), after which a long, uncomfortable silence follows.  So, I decide to clap a little, and the skinny asian guy kind of looks at me weird.  Then he takes out a little metal plate, and passes it to the person I'm travelling with, who immediately passes it to me.

I get the impression that I'm supposed to tip the person, but I don't have any chinese/japanese money.  So, I put some American quarters on the plate, and pass it to the old man.

Some other things happen that I can't remember.

The end of the dream is filled with very short, very ugly japanese-/chinese-style demons in green and black armor trying to steal things from me.  My friend (who is now a big black dude) discovers, however, that if you pretend to be blind or deaf, then they leave you alone...  except for trying to prove that you're not blind or deaf.  Eventually, one of them ends up trying to steal a stapler, and some paper, and so we say "I wonder where the stapler is?  I wonder where the paper is?" and the little demon puts them back.

But then the little bastard steals the paper that we stapled together, and takes it apart, looking for a secret.

That's when my alarm goes off!

He brings over this girl about 5 seconds later that looks like a DUDE in a wig.

...

Some other things happen that I can't remember.

...or prefer not to remember, perhaps?

maybe!

but i think it was just dream-travel, where you're magically in a different place and your dream-self is okay with that.

I had two dreams last night.

The second one I was in a hall. Loads of people.  I went to the crowds at the front, grabbed a seat. Started watching. Songs were coming onto the screen - the song I remember most clearly was supposedly by the Bloodhound Gang.

They started rapping about the guy who got the band together in the first place. They were all dressed like punks, this guy was wearing loads of green. Had spiked up green hair. Then he walked to the front, and suddenly his clothes went square and started twisting around. Had japanese/chinese writing on it. They were basically singing about their friendships and one line had something to do with TVs in it.

Then a while later I was trying to find someone so I could show off that I knew all the lyrics to the Prince of Bel Air theme tune. But I was awoken before I could do it.

Iiiiiiin west Philadelphia born and raised.....

...On the playground is where I spent most of my days...

....chillin out, maxin, relaxing all cool, shootin some b-ball outside of school....

The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air Theme

I was hosting a BBQ at my house, and some guest someone had brought (who I didn't know) was really drunk, and out of the blue ran over and kicked my dog Mojo.

Mojo (understandably) got pissed off and bit him back, and then before I could even cross the yard to chill things out, the dude picks up a big chunk of brick wall (which is weird cuz there's no brick anything in my yard, and why would it be detached anyway?) and throws it onto Mojo, crushing his hind legs and back and leaving him dying in serious pain.

By this time I'd made it over to that side of the yard, and I grabbed the guy by the throat, somehow picked him up (this was a big dude) and choke-slammed him onto the ground, then beat on his face for a while with my fists, then stood up and kicked his head into complete oblivion, sorta TYB/Hartigan-style.

Then I ran and grabbed Mojo and held him as he died, and sobbed uncontrollably until I woke up.

That was pretty fucking disturbing. I was glad to find Mojo in perfect health when I woke up. He gave me one of his looks, like, "dude... the fuck's wrong with you? relax!"

I really wanna share my dream from last night but all my weird dreams are always way too personal.

eehhhhhhhhnnnnn ehhhhhhhnnnnn eeeeehhhhhhhhhnnnn

Then I ran and grabbed Mojo and held him as he died, and sobbed uncontrollably until I woke up.

:'(

Good recounting of the dream, though!

Last nights dream, I totally forgot about it and then people were talking about a science teacher who featured in my dream.

Basically there was this hotel like place. We lived in it, for every year you got older you moved up a floor.

Well, for some reason I was going down the stairs and then the little boy in front of me slipped and fell down.

He fell without touching the stairs and crashed into the wall at the bottom of that set. [the stairs were the style that go over each other so there's two sets down].

I freaked out and started crying and my previous science teacher was there. I started to go to get help but he stopped me.

He told me to stop crying and listened to see if the boy was still alive. I thought to myself where's the blood?

He said that the boy was alive and breathing although it was gettiing weaker, so I should stop crying.

Then I just stood there for a while, and he said something like "he's alive so go get help then!". So I went to the bottom to get help.

Then I was in the bottom of the science block. There was more but I can't remember. I don't get why I had this dream now either, no sense at all.

Last nights dream was awesome!

We had a bull, I don't know why but it was a large, black bull with cheap gold plastic horns. The type that if you scratch the gold comes off and it's black underneath. We were looking after it for some organisation.

It stayed in the garden and every time it saw a person then it'd charge. It charged into the glass door but didn't break/scratch it. It also charged into the back door and it actually broke it's horns and made a hole in the door. That's when I saw the horns were made of cheapo plastic.

Our garden was much more wild than it really is so it had food. I tried to give it water twice, once it attacked me but glass and water distracting it saved me, the second time was in the night and I just chucked it into the garden from the upstairs bathroom. It slept on it's feet and snored really loudly.

Then I went down the stairs and there was absolutely tonnes of snakes. I was freaked.

It was a good dream, it was like a game. The snoring bull kinda like that sleepy bear in Okami.

So this is the second, smaller, part to my dream the night before last. It involves LG.

I was watching a TV programme (except I was watching after filming, as if I was there at the filming, if that makes sense..?) Anyway, it was about a crazy lady who turned her life around. She used to be a LoadedGun Addict and they showed a list of what she'd wrote before as like her priorities or her routine and she'd basically written Loaded-Gun all over it cept for a few other things.

Anyway, I wanted to freeze it and then take a screenshot of the piece of paper so I could post it here but then I woke up.

Then I realised I couldn't take the screenshot, then I felt annoyed.

Last night I dreamed I was off playing golf. Man that was good

there were peaches all dancing and playing music. and a frog played the piano but it fell asleep. it was folk. near a tree. nice place. castle in the background. sweet

And then tricky ran up from behind, smacked you upside the head, and called you a nigger?

Hey Yaar, ever dream about a song that has never been sung?

I have, but just try remembering it. That's the bitch.

Man, I've dreamed and halluninated some bad ass music. It's usually like, a full orchestra.

Then when you come to, you can't remember it for shit.

When it happens, I swear I can hear each different section. Strings, brass, percussion, etc, clear as a bell.

THat reminds me...

A friend of mine once had a dream that he was pretty embarrassed about and blamed on all the weed he smoked over the years.

He saw everything like a cartoon... and he was in the grand canyon and these sideways flying bats were flying towards him
but there was this 80's butt rock in the background and the words were:

"Only humans will survive"

Oh god it still brings tears to my eyes. i wish i could sing it to you. He had remember segments of the melody and all

Man, I've dreamed and halluninated some bad ass music. It's usually like, a full orchestra.

Then when you come to, you can't remember it for shit.

When it happens, I swear I can hear each different section. Strings, brass, percussion, etc, clear as a bell.

That happens to me every day when I'm sober.  I make up the awesomest shit ever in my head.  Only one song has ever "stuck" which I can still remember and sing to myself occasionally.  My head-songs rule.....but I'm bad at letting other established songs take over, because I listen to so much music I'm bound to start thinking up some awesome song and realizing it's turned into an actual song by an actual band.

And then tricky ran up from behind, smacked you upside the head, and called you a nigger?

It's how all my dreams end.

Hey Yaar, ever dream about a song that has never been sung?

I have, but just try remembering it. That's the bitch.

Yep! This was the latest one I remembered:

I had two dreams last night.

The second one I was in a hall. Loads of people.  I went to the crowds at the front, grabbed a seat. Started watching. Songs were coming onto the screen - the song I remember most clearly was supposedly by the Bloodhound Gang.

They started rapping about the guy who got the band together in the first place. They were all dressed like punks, this guy was wearing loads of green. Had spiked up green hair. Then he walked to the front, and suddenly his clothes went square and started twisting around. Had japanese/chinese writing on it. They were basically singing about their friendships and one line had something to do with TVs in it.

Then a while later I was trying to find someone so I could show off that I knew all the lyrics to the Prince of Bel Air theme tune. But I was awoken before I could do it.

Excluding the peach music.

That's kinda funny considering BHG used to recommend A-S on their links page. Also, didn't one/some of them used to post back in the day?

Really? haha.. That's kinda cool.


Last nights/this mornings dream was pretty, I think. I was outside, in one of the streets nearby.

It was sometime in the morning, autumn, all the trees were orange and the sky was clear, if not close to it.

Our house was the one you'd see directly straight when entering the street. It was bigger than this one.

My room was on the top floor and I started off in there, well, what I remember started off in there.

I was doing something, i don't know what.  It failed so I came outside.

Anyway, a few minutes after being outside I realised that the top of the house was on fire. My room basically. Caused by whatever I was doing earlier.

Anyway, so it took me a while to actually realise I should do something. I ran into the house and went to phone 999.

I started to tell them the situation but then my dad was there and he was shouting at me. He was at the top of the stairs.

They were putting out the fire themselves, he told me to hang up so I did. I think I told the woman we didn't need their help afterall.

This morning I dreamed I was in a back yard somewhere, I heard a vehicle drive by and then saw a flash and heard a loud bang. A moment latter there was someone knocking on the door so I wanted to go see what was going on but there was a big black bear eating grass in the yard and when I walked by it decided it wanted to play with me by grabbing at my hands. I know it was basically playing because at one point it had several of my fingers in it's mouth but didn't bite them off. Then I got past it into the back door but I couldn't get the door locked and it kept forcing it back open. Even though it was playing I was afraid it might just get carried away.

Then I woke up and never did find out waht was going on out front.

I had a dream the other night that freaked the fuck out of me.

It was a town near a mountain.  Me and some villagers went up to this mountain cave.  Inside the cave were these weird dudes who had every single one of the villager's children as hostages.  In the middle of the cave was a giant translucent glass bubble.  One by one, they made the villagers children walk up near this bubble and then the children would enter some kind of strange trance.  They would suck a smaller glass bubble out of their own wrists, and then it would float and merge with the larger bubble and the child would proceed to get younger.  I watched one kid go from what looked like a pre-teen, and then turn into a toddler, losing about 2 feet in height and lots of body mass.

What the fuck.

That does sound weird!

Last night I dreamed I was at the beach. FML

Last night I dreamt Hojo was shouting at me on the phone for accidentally endangering his 18 month old baby.

After I hung up I got a call from my dad and suddenly I had 3 phones in total and the other two were going off.

It started raining and I couldn't hear my father at all and the other phones were still going off.

Then I started packing stuff into the car and.. yeah. I don't know. That wasn't fun. I dont even remember what happened to my sweetie.